☎ my muse drunk dials your muse
Yifan and his groupies are regular at a small bar downtown, one that doesn’t see new faces very often and therefore his posse are somewhat VIPs, since it’s their money that keeps the bar mostly afloat. Ever since Yifan had gotten a hint that there was a promotion available, he had gotten straight for the most part, tagging along with the gang occasionally but not getting as wasted as he used to.
However, tonight was a different occasion. He had gotten the position and was now directly under the CEO of one of the most renowned corporations in Asia. As a humble guy who remains loyal to his roots, he lets loose and goes out with his friends, getting shit faced for the first time in a long time as he dials various numbers to brag to anyone who cared.
“Hi...” Yifan slurs into the receiver as he leans against a trembling friend barking in laughter. “I just wanted to call you and let you know that you- your....ernghhh....” He interrupts himself with a hiccup and a shot to chase it away. “How about ya come over an’ we celebrate?” Yifan yammers into the phone, having completely lost his train of thought but his mouth still runs.